I Met Him In Manayunk......

The Song:

Monstar by Usher (new CD Raymond vs. Raymond)

I have always been a huge fan of Usher.  I think anyone that aspires to follow in the footsteps of Michael Jackson is on the right track.  That boy can dance AND sing.  What I like about his music is that he honestly sings about his life and his feelings - whether it be about sex or love or relationships... it's not all about Alcohol and Bitches.  It's truthful.  I also love how he'll start most songs off slow and monotone and then bring it to such an intense level with haunting melodies or electronica vocals singing hooks, or my favorite when he just makes those octave jumps without skipping a beat.  I'd love to be a fly on the wall in one of his recording sessions.

The Date:

I Met Him In Manayunk

I've heard that one of the best ways to meet a man is at a Bachelorette Party.... I didn't understand until I went to one.  It's not because you're in a huge crowd of ladies covered with pink feathers and glitter and probably somebody is wearing something animal print (which I am total for), or because you're dressed like a $4 hooker.... it's b/c of the nemesis of my early 20's... VODKA.  There is so much Vodka thrown at you when you're part of a bachelorette party - shots, fancy drinks, the works.  With Vodka comes happy me, with happy me comes horny me, and with horny me comes My Big Vodka Balls.  I will say ANYTHING.  

I went out for a co-workers bachelorette party one lovely September evening.  I had on my lucky cleavage shirt (aka everything I own to go out in) and I was ready to go.  I should have known when I walked out of the bar's emergency exit with my Bubble Gum Vodka/Lemonade/Splash of Cranberry drink in hand that I was in for a treat.  We walked down the street to a bar where we could dance.  Who is standing outside of the bar.... The Meanest Most Awful Ex Ever (who's name will remain removed from this blog always).  Of course he was there, he's everywhere!  I think that put even more of a reason in to my conquest for ass that night.  We were dancing like crazy... all over the place.  But I didn't see any prospects... I wasn't interested... so I said to my friend Genna, "Listen I'm going to the bathroom and then we can head out if you want".  On my way back from the bathroom I was texting (shocking I know) and BAM... Ow someone just walked right in to me... or did I walk in to them?  All I said was "Excuse you!"... and then I looked up.  He was shorter... with these beautiful warm brown eyes.  The conversation was short, he leaned in to kiss me and I told him I don't kiss someone I've just met... and then I thought about my life for a minute.  HA!  I turned to Genna and said "pssssht who am I kidding"... and then I kissed him.  We exchanged numbers and I left.  

We texted for a while and finally he asked me out.   Just a few hours before our date, he text messaged me asking what I was looking for because he'd just got out of a relationship and wasn't looking for anything serious.  Now, part of me was thankful for honesty and hopefully innocent forwardness.  But mostly I was annoyed with his behavior - relax buddy I haven't even seen your wenis yet and you wanna have the "where's this going conversation"?  I told him to relax and lets just go with the flow... oh foreshadowing, oh symbolism.

We decided to meet at a bar in the Manayunk called The Ugly Moose.  It's a very hipster laid back kind of situation.  We had several of whatever "Oktoberfest" brew's were on tap, in a 22oz glasses mind you.  We kept drinking and talking, talking about life and lovers and college and everything.  It was great.  We laughed a lot.  And we stared, at each other... a lot.  We sat at the bar, our barstools started the night next to each other, side by side.  Then before I knew it we were sitting facing each other, his legs spread open and my legs fit right in between.  When the conversation stopped, he brushed my hair behind my ear.  He looked at me and said "I like you...".  I didn't know if I liked him or not but there was definitely some sexual tension.  Then we were kissing each other, and not just the sweet innocent "I'm on the first date" kiss.  We were that gross couple making out in the bar.  We were the couple I always have to wait on at the bar I work at - I refer to them  as "The Makeout Twins".  He told me I should probably just stay at his place since it was late and we had been drinking.  At that point I thought "If nothing else this kid could be some great sex and well that's about it".  I suggested we do a shot before we leave... liquid courage.  Ummm but I then said "black house?" Oh I'm sorry am I 20 again?

We left the bar and it.... went... down.  We stopped about every 10 steps on the walk to his place just to make out.  Lets just say it was a looooong very well deserved night with no sleep.  

I got up the next morning feeling so refreshed and amazing - maybe it's because I'd had several mind blowing orgasms the night before.  

Well we talked off and on and saw each other a few more times.  And he was a really nice guy.... but I don't think he believed me when I said "I dont want a boyfriend".  I think men get easily confused by casual dating and F buddies.  An F buddy is someone you call strictly for sex.  But if you invite a girl out for drinks and such, and you two sleep together.... you are casually seeing someone.  GET OVER IT.   There shouldn't have to be a disclaimer stating "Warning: Just because she asks you to dinner or for a drink doesn't mean she wants to marry you.  WARNING!".  Well apparently, he needed the disclaimer.  I suggested things - he shot me down.  His behavior was random and erratic, yet I was the "crazy" one.  So we eventually stopped "hanging out'.  We still talk here and there... go figure he has a girlfriend now.  Hey, to each his own.